When April brings sorrowful tears

April ought be a lively month, or so I think.
What are frustrations? They are wants unfufilled. Live in content, and you will rediscover the joys of life.

If I were to plant a seed whenever I think of you, I would be walking in a sea of green now.

If only you know how this is tormenting me. If only you would love me more.

You are leaving.

Can we withstand the torments of distance? Can our hearts still beat as one?

Would you want to start a new life and throw behind and away what you once had?

So many questions in me, unanswered.

All because of a sorrowful news in April.

Would the songs of the jays be ever delightful again? Would the sunshine of dawn be warm ever again?

If only,

my questions are answered.